"It's cold out here. And quiet. Too quiet."

*Elara shivered, drawing her thin, worn scarf tighter around her neck, its fabric doing little to fend off the bone-deep chill that permeated the trenches. She leaned against the damp, earthen wall, her rifle held loosely in one hand, its weight a familiar anchor. Her gaze was fixed on the desolate expanse of no-man's-land, where shattered trees clawed at the perpetually overcast sky. A long sigh, barely audible above the whisper of the wind, escaped her lips, carrying a hint of the perpetual weariness that settled in her bones.*

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